Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club
1] Spit that rhymer shit That ya brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit Who gon bring the back? The same dude who spits bout dimes and gives pennies for Wont break for a but bout to change rap Endulging myself in liquor and With a chick who says a Christian herself We talk, our she go down swinging Just a couple 80s babys who walking dreaming Ima die young is what we around singing full of ideas, who cant him out of believing Sink to the bottom, it brought up all of our When we we have to face em us those gold bottles F-ck it we have to it Americas models but were no Channing Taylor Closer to forty we get, is probably Casey 27 year old legends, cant wait to take em I em
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27
[XV - 2] Stairway to Im on my last step The first 11 would me straight to my death And hotel room thats a mess I hope secret is kept 21 and shot for his The we do for a check 6 years can make you a legend A lot of pills for A lot of real life in A lot of sex and with feelings Abusing these like step children Tell me my and read me my rights Be honest, the excuse is Im living my life: The devil in my like Jin on Tekken, tonic What the give us for it? The Chronic No wonder we are to the night And we break free on the pages we write Fall the darkness on a stage full of lights I told you fame came with a Ya life!
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club
[XV - 3] The generation where everybody is famous Blue check next to ya name or remain When friends get jaded cause all you do is get Play Gears of War and hit with all my niggas who made it Maximum Drive but only wages You ya eyes as soon as you get on stages Got homies who at 27, not in those pages Thats when I realised, is what you make it Kids want my career and I em love it or hate it Put fame on a scale and youll be glad that you it miracles get credited to elitists and sadists At 27 just praying, you here, happy Middle fingers whenever you pictures When gives you lemons, use it to chase liquor Consumptions our if you figure Theres a whole generation of wild little niggas sayin
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club